domingo, 28 de enero de 2024

He won't come

 He won't come.

The room is total chaos

There's nothing but silence


He won't come

My eyes are exploding

I was left talking on my own


He won't come

My heart is breaking 

I said thanks, he hung up the phone


He won't come 

I'm feeling sick

I want to vomit this sadness


He won't come

My head is all about maybes

Thought I know he will come no more

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